Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| VI. FAR FROM HOME (Boromir, Frodo) |
| As Mettarë night wanes, I don my cloak and step from the Hall of Fire, seeking solitude. The sound, fair but still strange to me, of Elves singing, follows me. I think of the songs sung even now in Minas Tirith, and my father lighting the year-fire without me. My hand reaches toward the uncaring stars, then falls, empty and cold. My name is called. Turning, I see the Ring-bearer. “The Elven songs are fair,” the halfling says, coming to my side. “But Yuletide in the Shire is more cheery; and I miss it.” We both are far from home. |